A sudden drizzle caught Ariana on her way to the North Wing Library. She fumbled with her umbrella, struggling against the wind.
"Here."
Kian appeared from nowhere, holding a large black umbrella. He tilted it toward her.
"Thank you," she said, trying not to step too close.
"You're always in trouble with the weather," he said quietly. đŠ
They walked together, the umbrella shielding them from rain. Her shoulder brushed his occasionally. Each touch sent tiny shocks of warmth through her chest. â
For the first time, Ariana realized just how aware she was of him,always, everywhere.â